tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-130162572018-03-07T15:19:23.844-05:00Angela's Blogging, Woo Hoo"And I know things now, many valuable things
That I never knew before.
Do not put your faith in a cape and a hood
They will not protect you the way that they should.
And take extra care with strangers, even flowers have their dangers
And though scary is exciting...nice is different than good." --Stephen Sondheim, "Into the Woods"Angelahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04671124615168830746noreply@blogger.comBlogger33125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13016257.post-22455424743252642052008-09-18T20:34:00.002-04:002008-09-18T20:47:15.362-04:00How do you prepare for this?How do you prepare yourself for this?<br />For this kind of loss, this kind of grief?<br />You've known for months, quite a few months<br />that this could be the way things would play out.<br />Yet how can you possibly prepare for this?<br /><br />Mourning a boy is not the same as mourning a man.<br />The face, the smooth skinned face of a boy.<br />The freckled, and not yet stubbly face of just a boy.<br /><br />Baseball, swimming, surrounded by teammates.<br />Running, goofing, clowning for the camera.<br />Wheelchair, tired, pale, so thin.<br />Smiling with Jeter<br />Loving the Yankees<br />Losing the fight<br />Losing the grip.<br /><br />And he's gone.<br /><br />And as a mother, how do you do this hard thing?<br />As a father, how do you stand there?<br />Brothers, sisters, Gammy, Pop-pop<br />Aunts and cousins and uncles and friends.<br /><br />We must accept that which we don't understand.<br />We saw this tornado coming<br />We felt the earth begin to tremble<br />But we were not prepared for this.Angelahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04671124615168830746noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13016257.post-87718323036683474552008-09-16T12:54:00.005-04:002008-09-16T13:48:23.518-04:00A Bad News/Good News Kind of DayMy neighbor called to tell me that her grandson has died.<br /><br />He was 13 and was diagnosed with bone cancer last year. We were hopeful for so long and then about six weeks ago they sent him home saying there was nothing more to be done for him.<br /><br />We've known the family for years, we used to go to the same church, bought our house from R's other grandmother, there have just been a lot of connections between the two families over the years. His grandparents are the best neighbors you could ever want, and we feel a kinship with their family.<br /><br />For 16 months now I've been wearing a blue wristband to remind myself to pray for him. I guess now I'll wear it a bit longer to remind myself to pray for his family. As a mom I cannot imagine how his mother is handling the death of the sixth of her seven children. And then there are the other children. Each one has to figure out how to deal with this loss. Someone once said that the hardest thing for kids who lose a sibling<span style="font-style: italic;"> isn't</span> the death of their sister or brother. The <span style="font-style: italic;">hardest</span> thing is dealing with the change in and effective loss of their parents.<br /><br />So if you think of it, please pray for this family.<br />And hug your own children, delight in them, cherish their quirky ways and don't undervalue their good health. It can all pass by like a vapor.<br /><br />Now for the good news, and it is the best kind of news!<br /><br />A half hour after hearing that R had died I got an email from my old friend Mark. He announced that his wife gave birth to a healthy (and very beautiful) baby boy on Sunday! I am so excited for them because I knew they'd been trying but I haven't spoken to Mark in awhile and I didn't even know she was pregnant. So that's a great surprise!!<br />Both Mark and his wife are professional singers. And I mean they are "Wow, what an amazing voice, how do you do that?" kind of singers. Another friend said to me: "So how long til we get to hear this kid sing?" He's got great genes, singing or not.<br /><br />So congratulations M and M, enjoy that little dumpling!Angelahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04671124615168830746noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13016257.post-45451100545727578102008-09-11T09:49:00.002-04:002008-09-11T10:00:28.475-04:00A Beautiful, Horrific Day<h3 class="post-title entry-title"> <span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" ><span style="font-weight: normal;">I originally posted this two years ago. I am posting it again because it still sums up my feelings about this day in history. Hug your babies, tell people you love them, tell them again. Look intently into the eyes of those who mean the most to you. Listen to their laughter and keep it close to your heart. Look for the holy in the commonplace. </span></span></h3><br /> There are so many memories of that day. It was an extraordinarily beautiful fall day. We had no idea how it would end.<br /><br />I read the paper while drinking my coffee. I thought that the biggest news of the day was that the Bishop had Alzheimer's Disease. My husband called me and said to turn on the tv because a plane had flown into the World Trade Center.<br />It all happened in a blur after that. I just stood there, transfixed in front of the tv set. I called a couple of friends to make sure they watched too, but I just stood there, staring. It was so confusing at first, I remember wondering how on earth they would be able to reconnect the top and bottom of the first tower that was hit. I wondered how a pilot could go so off course as to run into a skyscraper. And then I heard one of the newscasters suggest that it was an act of terror.<br />Terrorism?<br />Here?<br />How could that happen?<br />And the rest went by in a blur. I was standing there watching in live time when the second plane flew in and hit the other tower. I was standing there when they collapsed. It was amazing that the sky was so blue that day, the sun so bright and suddenly there was a blizzard-like dust falling from the sky. People ran away, crying, covered in debris.<br /><br />I live in a bedroom community in NJ. My husband commutes to the city every day. We were all deeply, personally affected by the murders that took place on September 11, 2001. I am thankful that I didn't personally know anyone who died, but that doesn't even matter to me because I feel as though I knew many of them. Todd and Lisa Beamer attended the church that several of my friends attend. The husband of a woman who attended my MOPS group was killed. I went to pick my husband up at the commuter parking lot and there were just so many extra cars there for days and days. How many of those cars belonged to victims, I'll never know, but I can imagine.<br /><br />I think that those of us who live in NY, NJ, PA, Southern CT, and the DC area share a sadly unique bond. For weeks afterwards (it felt like months) the daily newspapers listed the names of those whose remains had been found, or of those who were still unaccounted for. We turned on the tv and every newscast featured some poor, tortured soul holding up a wedding or graduation picture of their missing loved one. I particularly remember a man whose wife had died, leaving him with a 6 month old baby. He had a freezer full of her breast milk, so at least she could continue to nourish her baby after she had died.<br /><br />And so I sobbed off and on all morning today. I listened to the reading of the names at the Ground Zero Memorial Service because I need to hear their names. Each one of those people meant the world to someone, they must be acknowledged.<br /><br />This is still so fresh for many, many of us. But no matter how long I live, I dare not allow myself to forget. I watch the coverage and let myself grieve because I want to remember how personal and how all consuming the sadness was.Angelahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04671124615168830746noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13016257.post-73992258461466135222008-09-06T01:47:00.000-04:002008-09-06T01:48:20.776-04:00Art for FoodHere's a neat idea destined to warm the cockles of the most hardened heart. A <a href="http://artforfood.blogspot.com/">group of artisans</a> is auctioning off a whole slew of really beautiful creations and all proceeds go to feed the poor. Call it what you will: early Christmas shopping, benevolence, a break from this infernal campaign, however you frame it, it's a good thing. Just another way to add to the beauty.Angelahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04671124615168830746noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13016257.post-11119530834963296342008-08-12T10:58:00.002-04:002008-08-12T11:07:08.245-04:00And our word for today is...empathy.I remember a Coke commercial from the 70's that featured people from all around the world holding hands in a circle, on a mountain top. <br />"I'd like to teach the world to sing<br />In perfect harmony.<br />I'd like to hold it in my arms<br />And keep it company.....<br />I'll like to buy the world a Coke--<br />It's the real thing."<br /><br />Umm, not quite. <br /><br />Empathy is the real thing.<br />I am starting to think that empathy is the root of all love.<br />Empathy allows us to really consider how it must feel to live in another person's skin.<br />It helps us to step outside of our self centeredness and try someone else's life on for size.<br /><br />Imagine the wars that could've been avoided,<br />the arguments that could've been abated,<br />the insults that wouldn't have been hurled,<br />the feelings that wouldn't have been wounded,<br />the children whose trust wouldn't have been violated,<br /><br />Maybe we should have Worldwide Empathy Day, where we all just take a moment before responding to the people around us, and think "How will this make her feel?" or "How would I feel if someone said/did this thing to me?" <br /><br />Yup, it's the real thing.Angelahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04671124615168830746noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13016257.post-38325628612979846622008-08-08T15:32:00.003-04:002008-08-08T15:57:45.461-04:00Organizing Science...If you're anything like me, you've kind of dropped the ball on teaching Science consistently. Don't get me wrong, I totally believe that kids can learn plenty about Science simply by helping out in the kitchen, the garden, even cleaning the bathroom. I don't think that there necessarily needs to be a lot of formal study of science in the early years. But this year I will have a <span style="font-family: courier new; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;">Sixth Grader</span>. And I'm feeling like it's time to tighten up our act a little in that regard. <br /><br />So we're going to use <a href="http://www.jeanniefulbright.com/botany.html">Jeannie Fulbright's Botany book</a>. I think that it'll be an interesting and fun study, and while all of the kids will be involved, I'll expect the most from Tall Boy. <br /><br />Again, if you're anything like me you've bought other Science books/curricula and you've trotted along nicely until it was time to do an experiment. And then you go tearing through the house like MacGyver searching for a plastic funnel, a box of Epsom salts, and the lid to a quart sized container of yogurt so that you can build your own car battery. You finally give up because alas, the recycling went out yesterday and there isn't any more yogurt in the fridge and you tell the kids to just skip it. "Don't worry, we'll do it next week." Umm, yeah.<br /><br />So it makes total sense to collect all of the supplies in advance. There are vendors on the internet (of course!) who will happily sell you all of the things you need to succeed at Science experiments, but if you're <strike>cheap</strike> frugal like me, you're thinking "I'm supposed to pay $50 for a bunch of stuff that I can easily collect on my own for about $12?" Besides, those kits don't contain every-single-thing that you'll need anyway.<br /><br />So my solution (and the thing I've spent most of today working on) is to buy 13 extra large zippered storage bags. Each bag gets labeled by chapter, and I'll insert a list of items needed for that experiment. I've also collected many of the "ingredients" and I will put (nearly) everything needed in that bag. There are a few things (live flowers, a melon, water) that obviously won't go into the bag, but those items will be listed on the front of the bag so that the week before I can easily glance at the bag and know what I need to pick up from the store. <br /><br />All of the bags will go into a milk crate, and voila! <br />Okay, that's my Big Idea For The Day!! :)Angelahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04671124615168830746noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13016257.post-68442660329191341322008-08-07T20:55:00.002-04:002008-08-07T21:10:19.097-04:006 Unspectacular Things About Me<a href="http://weblog.xanga.com/scsours">Sarah</a> has kindly all of her readers to the "6 Unspectacular Things Meme," the rules of which, slightly modified by Sarah, are:<br /><br />1. Link back to the person who tagged you.<br />2. Mention the rules on your blog.<br />3. Tell about 6 unspectacular quirks of yours.<br />4. Invite all readers of your blog to participate!<br /><br />Okay, so here goes....<br /><br />1. I think that celery tastes like soap. I will only eat it if it has been disguised in something like tuna salad.<br />2. My high school didn't have a football team...only soccer.<br />3. My mother and mother in law share the same first name.<br />4. I've lived in this house longer than I've lived anyplace in my life.<br />5. I know all the words to "I Am the Very Model of a Modern Major General."<br />6. I had pneumonia when I was two and can remember sleeping in a plastic bubble at the hospital.<br /><br />Whew! I'm glad to be done with that.<br />Oh, and speaking of being done with things: I'm<span style="font-style: italic;"> not</span> done with my Lesson Plans. Not by a long shot. But I did have a really nice lunch date with my hubby, thanks to my good friend <a href="http://classicalfamily.blogspot.com/">Michele</a>. So I have two more days to soldier on. Let's see how it goes!Angelahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04671124615168830746noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13016257.post-66885922370278366482008-08-06T09:51:00.003-04:002008-08-06T09:53:16.199-04:00My First Wordless Wednesday...<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iaLkyO_Sktg/SJmsZq3GPwI/AAAAAAAAAE4/29MJm-9lmnA/s1600-h/edmike.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iaLkyO_Sktg/SJmsZq3GPwI/AAAAAAAAAE4/29MJm-9lmnA/s320/edmike.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231401999169634050" border="0" /></a>Angelahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04671124615168830746noreply@blogger.com15tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13016257.post-90527025227898205172008-08-03T22:25:00.002-04:002008-08-03T22:32:43.694-04:00Planning Week...So tomorrow is the first day of Planning Week. My hubby has taken vacation so that he can do all of the kid care and I can do all of the school prep for next year. I have so much to do!<br /><br />I went to my favorite <strike>addiction</strike> er, um, homeschool message board to tell them that they'd better not see me hanging around much this week. I will actually going to try and stay away as much as possible, although I might need them to answer some questions, you know? ;)<br /><br />And yes, Mamagistra, I will mention my progress here. If I remember. Maybe I'll remember...<br />You'll have to check in to find out! :-)Angelahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04671124615168830746noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13016257.post-14653898821104445602008-08-02T22:03:00.002-04:002008-08-02T22:08:34.863-04:00Ohhhh yeah, I did start a blog......Okay, I think we'll give this another try, why not?<br /><br />So, as I was saying (don't ask when or where, just follow along and nod.)<br />As I was saying, it's summertime and the livin' is easy. We spent the afternoon lolling about at our friend's shore house which has a lagoon running through the back. It was lovely and relaxing.<br />As usual I completely forgot to take along my camera, so I'm relying on the pictures that my friends took. When I get them I'll post a couple here.<br /><br />I really, really don't understand how people do this blog thing. There is just nothing at all exceptional about my life, so I cannot imagine that anyone would want to read this.<br /><br />We'll see....Angelahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04671124615168830746noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13016257.post-1165942281837728192006-12-12T11:39:00.000-05:002006-12-12T11:51:21.863-05:00Kelli, Kelli, KelliHello Kelli!<br />Since you're the only person who reads my blog I might as well just address this directly to you. I tried to take a picture of my Christmas tree, but it didn't come out well at all so I'll try again later.<br />Okay, that's it for now.<br />I'm ready to rant about my least favorite "Christmas" song now.<br />Well, one of my least favorites, anyway!Angelahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04671124615168830746noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13016257.post-1158013787079306162006-09-11T16:03:00.000-04:002006-09-11T23:04:03.456-04:00A Beautiful, Horrific DayThere are so many memories of that day. It was an extraordinarily beautiful fall day. We had no idea how it would end.<br /><br />I read the paper while drinking my coffee. I thought that the biggest news of the day was that the Bishop had Alzheimer's Disease. My husband called me and said to turn on the tv because a plane had flown into the World Trade Center.<br />It all happened in a blur after that. I just stood there, transfixed in front of the tv set. I called a couple of friends to make sure they watched too, but I just stood there, staring. It was so confusing at first, I remember wondering how on earth they would be able to reconnect the top and bottom of the first tower that was hit. I wondered how a pilot could go so off course as to run into a skyscraper. And then I heard one of the newscasters suggest that it was an act of terror.<br />Terrorism?<br />Here?<br />How could that happen?<br />And the rest went by in a blur. I was standing there watching in live time when the second plane flew in and hit the other tower. I was standing there when they collapsed. It was amazing that the sky was so blue that day, the sun so bright and suddenly there was a blizzard-like dust falling from the sky. People ran away, crying, covered in debris.<br /><br />I live in a bedroom community in NJ. My husband commutes to the city every day. We were all deeply, personally affected by the murders that took place on September 11, 2001. I am thankful that I didn't personally know anyone who died, but that doesn't even matter to me because I feel as though I knew many of them. Todd and Lisa Beamer attended the church that several of my friends attend. The husband of a woman who attended my MOPS group was killed. I went to pick my husband up at the commuter parking lot and there were just so many extra cars there for days and days. How many of those cars belonged to victims, I'll never know, but I can imagine.<br /><br />I think that those of us who live in NY, NJ, PA, Southern CT, and the DC area share a sadly unique bond. For weeks afterwards (it felt like months) the daily newspapers listed the names of those whose remains had been found, or of those who were still unaccounted for. We turned on the tv and every newscast featured some poor, tortured soul holding up a wedding or graduation picture of their missing loved one. I particularly remember a man whose wife had died, leaving him with a 6 month old baby. He had a freezer full of her breast milk, so at least she could continue to nourish her baby after she had died.<br /><br />And so I sobbed off and on all morning today. I listened to the reading of the names at the Ground Zero Memorial Service because I need to hear their names. Each one of those people meant the world to someone, they must be acknowledged.<br /><br />This is still so fresh for many, many of us. But no matter how long I live, I dare not allow myself to forget. I watch the coverage and let myself grieve because I want to remember how personal and how all consuming the sadness was.<br /><br />Tags: <a href="http://technorati.com/tag/9-11+terrorist attacks+anniversary" rel="tag">9-11 terrorist attacks anniversary</a>Angelahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04671124615168830746noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13016257.post-1149472599813766672006-06-04T21:56:00.000-04:002006-06-05T06:37:31.730-04:00Please pray for my friend Kelli!Hello Everyone,<br />Some of you may know my friend Kelli from the <a href="http://newmercieseverday.blogspot.com/">New Mercies Every Day</a> blog. She's a member of our Blogging Chicks Blogroll. Anyway, she's having a 3-4 hour consult with a gynecologic oncologist tomorrow to determine what's what and to schedule surgery. Please keep Kelli, her husband, and children in prayer.<br />Thanks!<br />--AngelaAngelahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04671124615168830746noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13016257.post-1148005183354568112006-05-18T22:09:00.000-04:002006-05-18T22:19:43.366-04:00Steal This Post Thursday Meme (better late than never!)I got this idea from <a href="http://reformedchicksblabbing.blogspot.com/">Michele</a>, who stole it from <a href="http://ethelexperience.blogspot.com/2006/05/i-guess-its-time-to-post-this-meme.html">Ethel</a>.<br />Here are the directions:<br /><br />"Go to <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Wikipedia">Wikipedia</a> and do a search for your birthday (day and month only, exclude the year).<br /><br />Post three facts, two births and one death on your blog including the years."<br /><br />Here are my results (for Jan. 23):<br />Facts:<br />1533 - Anne Boleyn, mistress of Henry VIII of England, discovers herself pregnant.<br /> 1943 - Duke Ellington plays at Carnegie Hall in New York City for the first time.<br />Births:<br />1832 - Edouard Manet, French artist (d. 1883)<br /> 1957 - Princess Caroline of Monaco<br />Death:<br />1976 - Paul Robeson, American actor, singer, and social activist (b. 1898)Angelahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04671124615168830746noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13016257.post-1147965378766031592006-05-18T11:09:00.000-04:002006-05-18T11:19:38.890-04:00My Mother's Day Brunch<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8022/1127/1600/bglass.0.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8022/1127/320/bglass.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br />On Sunday my darling husband and children took me to the Princeton Hyatt for Mother's Day brunch. They did a fabulous job! We have been to other Hyatts for brunch, and they were very nice as well, but Princeton is just incredible!<br />One of the extremely cool things they offered was a children's room. They had craft projects, a few toys, and "Nanny McPhee" on a dvd player. It was great because if the kids felt like wandering off, they had something to do, and we were able to sit and relax over a cup of coffee a little longer than we would've been able to otherwise. Here's what they made for me:<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8022/1127/1600/flowerpots.0.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8022/1127/320/flowerpots.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a><br /><br />I had a great day! When we got home, dh took the kiddies out to a really cool park for a couple of hours so that I could lay around and relax. I read my book, snoozed a little, life was sweet! :)Angelahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04671124615168830746noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13016257.post-1147963925713207412006-05-18T10:49:00.000-04:002006-05-18T10:52:05.726-04:00Woo Hoo, I'm being quoted!! :)A big old thanks to <a href="http://networdblog.blogspot.com/2006/05/this-aint-library-kid.html#links">Christopher Taylor</a> for linking to Reformed Chicks Blabbing! We were chatting the other day about Barnes and Noble causing the demise of public libraries (well, not exactly!) and Chris thought we were pundit-like enough to link to us.<br />Yay! Visit his blog!! :)Angelahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04671124615168830746noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13016257.post-1147962596851272202006-05-18T10:23:00.000-04:002006-05-18T10:29:56.866-04:00Announcing Thrifty Thursday!!What's your best money saving tip? Let's talk about our tightwad tendencies and favorite frugalities every Thursday!<br />Okay, I'll go first:<br />I save leftover hamburger buns in the freezer to use as a binder in meatballs and meatloaf.<br /><br />What about you?Angelahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04671124615168830746noreply@blogger.com10tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13016257.post-1147569152819495662006-05-13T21:07:00.000-04:002006-05-13T21:12:32.820-04:00Now, a return to our regularly scheduled blogging....Well, I'm back. Is anyone in the world bothering to look by now? I just really needed a break. Life sometimes gets in the way of the blog and then at other times the blog gets in the way of life. I'm not sure which was going on, but I'm back. Guess what happened? Someone sent a spam comment. Lucysomebodyorother was offering us a chance to get a degree over the Internet. From someone who sends spam to other people's (all but abandoned) blogs?<br />I mean, Great Wall of China, who would ever fall for that???!!!!<br /><br />Tomorrow is Mother's Day here in the U.S. You know what I'd like best of all? Well, you know, world peace and everything....but after that I'd just like an entire day to sit and read and sip coffee-centered drinks and maybe get some sushi, and just chill out in solitude.<br />We'll see what tomorrow brings, hmmmmmm????Angelahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04671124615168830746noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13016257.post-1145385638273284322006-04-18T14:38:00.000-04:002006-04-18T14:40:38.286-04:00My Marathon Man<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8022/1127/1600/image_server.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8022/1127/320/image_server.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a><br />Woo Hoo!!!!!!<br />Ed completed the Boston Marathon! He did really well. He finished number 4328 out of about 22,000 runners!! I'll have more info later. This is the first picture that we've been able to get. I'll have more as they become available.Angelahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04671124615168830746noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13016257.post-1145274502188119322006-04-17T07:47:00.000-04:002006-04-17T07:50:58.436-04:00He is not here. He has risen as He said.The resurrection of Christ was the most remarkable of events. Never before has such a thing happened, nor ever again.<br />So today, between bites of chocolate and devilled eggs, let's reflect on the magnitude of Christ's rising from the dead. All of our hope lies in the reality of this great gift. He has risen, and if we are in Him, we shall do likewise.<br /><br />I hope that you all had a Happy Resurrection Day!Angelahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04671124615168830746noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13016257.post-1145248341948391662006-04-17T00:29:00.000-04:002006-04-17T00:44:36.316-04:00It's Marathon Day in Boston!<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8022/1127/1600/boston.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8022/1127/320/boston.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a><br />Hello Everyone!<br />I'm double posting. This is pretty much the same thing I'm saying on the Reformed Chicks Blabbing site, but I'm giving you an actual photo! No, it's not an actual photo of my dh, but it IS an actual photo taken at last year's Boston Marathon, so there! :)<br />I'll update when I have more info, and hopefully post some cool pix!<br />Please pray that things go well! :)Angelahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04671124615168830746noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13016257.post-1144898487772444482006-04-12T23:07:00.000-04:002006-04-13T08:54:53.873-04:00An Ode to Jack Bauer (with apologies to Shaft)<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8022/1127/1600/jack%20for%20pres.0.jpg"><img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; CURSOR: pointer" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8022/1127/200/jack%20for%20pres.0.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-family:Verdana,Arial,Helvetica;"><span style="FONT-STYLE: italic">Jack</span><br /><br /><span style="FONT-STYLE: italic">Who's the guy from CTU</span><br /><span style="FONT-STYLE: italic">Answer him, or he'll shoot you?</span><br /><span style="FONT-STYLE: italic">(Jack!)</span><br /><span style="FONT-STYLE: italic">You're d**n right.</span><br /><br /><span style="FONT-STYLE: italic">Who is the man</span><br /><span style="FONT-STYLE: italic">who'll torture with the cord of a lamp?</span><br /><span style="FONT-STYLE: italic">(Jack!)</span><br /><span style="FONT-STYLE: italic">Can ya dig it?</span><br /><br /><span style="FONT-STYLE: italic">Who's the cat who goes right in</span><br /><span style="FONT-STYLE: italic">Sentax gas won't injure him?</span><br /><span style="FONT-STYLE: italic">(Jack!)</span><br /><span style="FONT-STYLE: italic">Right on</span><br /><br /><span style="FONT-STYLE: italic">You see this cat Jack is a bad mother--</span><br /><span style="FONT-STYLE: italic">(Shut your mouth)</span><br /><span style="FONT-STYLE: italic">But I'm talkin' about Jack</span><br /><span style="FONT-STYLE: italic">(Then we can dig it)</span><br /><br /><span style="FONT-STYLE: italic">Doesn't eat or shower</span><br /><span style="FONT-STYLE: italic">and no one understands him but me</span></span><br /><span style="font-family:Verdana,Arial,Helvetica;"><span style="FONT-STYLE: italic">(Jack Bauer)<br /><br /></span>***********************************<br />I'm responsible for this little ditty, but I was inspired by the folks at Blogs4Bauer. Can you dig it?<br /><br /></span><span style="font-family:Verdana,Arial,Helvetica;"></span>Angelahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04671124615168830746noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13016257.post-1144728716015171992006-04-11T00:04:00.000-04:002006-04-11T00:17:49.923-04:00I have officially seen everything<h3><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-weight: normal;">I cannot believe this. I mean, really. There is just nothing left to "invent" now. Whatever happened to throwing the diaper on top? </span></span><br /></h3>Wow.<br />These are called "Pee-pee Teepees." They are little cotton cones that you can place strategically to avoid being sprayed.<br /><br /><h3><a onclick="window.open(this.href, '_blank', 'width=132,height=82,scrollbars=no,resizable=no,toolbar=no,directories=no,location=no,menubar=no,status=no,left=0,top=0'); return false" href="http://celebritybabies.typepad.com/.shared/image.html?/photos/uncategorized/teepeepic29.jpg"><img title="Teepeepic29" alt="Teepeepic29" src="http://www.celebrity-babies.com/images/teepeepic29.jpg" style="margin: 0px 5px 5px 0px; float: left;" border="0" height="77" width="125" /></a></h3><p><img src="file:///C:/DOCUME%7E1/Owner/LOCALS%7E1/Temp/moz-screenshot.jpg" alt="" /> <img src="file:///C:/DOCUME%7E1/Owner/LOCALS%7E1/Temp/moz-screenshot-2.jpg" alt="" /> <img src="file:///C:/DOCUME%7E1/Owner/LOCALS%7E1/Temp/moz-screenshot-1.jpg" alt="" /></p>Angelahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04671124615168830746noreply@blogger.com10tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13016257.post-1144684426084533612006-04-10T11:09:00.000-04:002006-04-10T11:53:46.130-04:00Why, oh why did I let myself get sick?Ugh. That's all I'm saying right now.<br />Well, not really.<br />I'm also saying that it is really, really hard to get kids back into some semblance of a schedule when they've been running amok for a week. Ask me how I know.<br />This is going to take me a few days. Not to mention the mountain of laundry, and the piles of clutter.<br />That's it! I'm not getting sick again!<br />Hmmmm....I hope not, anyway.Angelahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04671124615168830746noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13016257.post-1144640172502455762006-04-09T23:33:00.000-04:002006-04-09T23:36:12.513-04:00Nighty Night!I almost forgot to post something here today. Yikes! <br /><br />Okay, I'm feeling about 50% better. I had to mention that, because someone has already noted that the purpose of this blog seems to be so that I can have a place to discuss my health. So there you go!!<br /><br />Tomorrow I'm going to try and teach school. <br />And do a week's worth of laundry.<br />And make a list of things to pack for the weekend.<br /><br />Dh is running in the Boston Marathon. I'll have to post his bib number so ya'll can watch out for him!Angelahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04671124615168830746noreply@blogger.com10